Author: Lisa Bryant

Gifts Money Can’t Buy: Heritage

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I enjoy collecting little churches.   This ornament reminds me of my home church in Dixon’s Mill’s, Alabama.  Last Sunday I was able to attend the Christmas Cantata at Central Baptist Church and I loved hearing friends and family sing  “2000 Decembers ago.” I have so many wonderful memories from this church…Grandmama Cogle on the front left side … Aunt Jane and fabulous flannel graph stories  … missionaries from every where in the world … “Sword and the Switchblade” and  “A Thief in the Night” at New Year’s Eve services … Vacation Bible School… our wedding … Great memories – but my church and family left me with so much more than memories.  Webster’s defines heritage as “something transmitted by or acquired from a predecessor.”  As Christians – we can leave an eternal heritage.   Beginning with Christmas 2010 – leave someone you love a gift that money can’t buy- an eternal heritage. John 3:16-17 “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but …

Gifts Money Can’t Buy: Flexibility

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This Mickey Mouse Ornament from Kyle and Lauren – who now live in Orlando -remind me that things are changing in our household and I need to be flexible. “Breakfast!  A Christmas Breakfast!  A stinkin’ breakfast!  No, we can’t do that!”  About a month ago I was jarred into the reality that things were not going to stay the same in our family.  Now, with my head I knew that – but I had not let my heart in on the secret that this included Christmas, too.   I found myself confronted with the reality that jobs, schedules, ‘grown up’ life for our adult children was changing things.  When our traditional sweet potatoes with marshmallows meal was not working out – my husband suggested a breakfast.  Ugh!  Our son, Matthew, heard my distress and said “Mama, what you need is a little perspective.”  And, then some woman that looks a lot like me said,  “I don’t want perspective – I want tradition!” Oh – my – did the Lord have to get a hold of me …